I Like My Men How I Like My Coffee Novels & Stories

“How did you know how I like my coffee?” “That's how you like your coffee? I had no idea.” I slurped my coffee, clicking my tongue. That could be a coincidence, right?

He could tell he was going to be sick with a cold for a couple of days. “How can you not like my coffee but like hot chocolate?” She asked as she reached for whipped cream She always had a sweet tooth and believed people who drank black coffee were overly serious with their lives. “They are different” he pouted She resisted the urge to pull out her phone and take a picture of him. The little milk mustache he had even made him cuter. She didn’t mind if he caught her staring at him, it was her last hours with the man she always loved.

He laughed. "That nickname sounds ridiculous to even think about it." I answered with a frown, before turning my back on him. "And, coffee is a lot better than cola." I added, dropping the coin in the slot and pressed the button to have the can of coffee I've been wanting to have earlier. Now that I felt like I've been stressed out without knowing why, I suddenly thirst for a cold can of coffee for a change.

sound to make it more real. "I like my men manly," I finally said. He scoffed in disbelief and I found myself smiling more than I already was. "Since I found out you listen to Coldplay, I knew you like your men metro not manly, but I'll forgive you for that lie." I laughed out loud, " have you eaten lunch, yet?" He asked. "Nope." I replied, popping the P loudly.

Why on earth he was shy when he could rock a girl’s world like that was beyond my comprehension, but whatever! That was totally my gain…! “You like it rough?” he asked again, this time sounding a little surprised. I grinned and nodded again. Something not a lot of men understood. They thought all girls liked flowers and cupcakes, and--- well, perhaps most girls did. I just wasn’t one of them! I liked getting my fingers dirty, and I liked my men the way I liked my coffee: strong, hot, and got the job done! And Steel had a check for all of those…!

I heard her take a sip of coffee, followed by a satisfied sigh. "This coffee is perfect, by the way. Anger makes everything taste better." "I'm glad you're not drinking whiskey at six AM." "Oh, I considered it. But then I realized that whiskey is what you drink when you're sad and defeated. Coffee is what you drink when you're planning world domination." "And are you? Planning world domination?" "Something like that. I'm thinking of buying Morton's building and evicting him. Is that too petty?" “It depends.” I pulled out my laptop and opened my email. "Scar, I have to go, Just got some emails to deal."

I cursed at my hormones and filthy mind as I saw him entering the cafe and every girl's jaw dropping all the way to the floor as they looked at him, infact some even glared at me as he came towards me and got seated in front. “There was some traffic in the way, sorry to make you wait. Two espresso.” he ordered when one of the workers approached us. “A cold coffee for me with some extra milk and sugar, I don't like espresso.” Dante brows frown as I said that. “What?” I asked. “The last time we met you nearly drank three cups of espresso and said that it was really good.” He looked at me with doubts. Fuck, fuck, fuck think lily think. “Um I just started cutting off things and people that are m

I couldn’t. “I’d rather we kept our distance really.” Max fell silent and continued to add sugar and milk into his coffee. He added such a great amount that I was tempted to speak up. “What in the heavens? You like your coffee really sweet and really milky don’t you?” Max smiled. “Yes I do and I guess you like yours black.” “Makes me enjoy the taste better.” Max nodded and slipped into the kitchen stool in front of me. He took a sip of his coffee and I could see that he was trying to process the news I’d just shared with him.

I grunt in frustration, the urge to run my hand through my hair was there but I held myself back, I can't dare to spoil what I spent hours fixing. I grabbed the tea cup, walked to the coffee machine and began making the coffee. I'll just go with black coffee with moderate sugar. That's the basic and most common way people like their coffee, especially old people. Even though my boss wasn't old, he acts like an old man and what's the difference? Nothing, he can be compatible with my grandpa when it comes to character. I carried the coffee back to the elevator. It was hot, and the small tea tray wasn't helping. I sighed when the elevator door opened and I could walk out.

that would never happen. The prospect who I had sent to get me coffee was back with it. "Prez, I'm sorry for taking extra one minute. I...the...co..." "Out," I ordered, not wanting the silly excuse as to why he brought my coffee a minute late. I finished everything in one huge gulp despite its steaming hotness. I'd surely answer Ax's question 'cause I wasn't a coward. "I don't do commitments or marriages or love or anything close to those three." I said, firm in my statement. "And I think we should done with this women talk, I've got work to..."